When I woke up again, I found that I was alone in the room. I looked around and spotted a clock that read ten in the morning; I was out for only an hour. "It was a dream." hopefully, I muttered. "Just a..." my eyes widened as I saw my new breasts again. "It wasn't a dream."
I quietly sobbed for a moment before a strange urge hit me, I had to use the bathroom. I turned to see the bed bar up, keeping me from rolling out of bed. After a slight struggle, I managed to get it to go down and threw the covers off of me and saw a small tube running into the gown I was wearing. "What's this thing?"
Without thinking, I gave it a yank but winced, feeling a twinge of pain in my nether regions. It was then I realized it was something that allowed me to urinate while I was out cold, judging from the urine that was seeping out of the tube. "Ew!" tossing it aside, I complained. "That was in me all this time!?"
Still feeling the urge to urinate, I pushed my legs over the side of the bed and slipped off. I had every intention of simply walking to the small washroom but, having been in bed for six months, my legs immediately crumbled under me and I fell flat on my face. "Ow..." I struggled to get back up my arms were not strong enough to lift me and there was nothing I could use to lift myself a little at a time. I turned to the call button and found that it was resting on the bed, far out of my reach, as I was lying on the floor.
"I have to get up or get some help." tearing up, I said. "Why am I so weak, does it have to do with being in bed so long?"
That had to be it though that revelation came a bit too late to save me from my embarrassing predicament. There was no way I was going to be found lying on the floor by dad, or worse, my little brother so I used what muscle and energy I had and dragged myself to the bathroom. Being so weak, I did not make it to the toilet, another embarrassment. I managed to reach the bathroom and was glad to see a number of sturdy towel racks, built into the wall. Making use of them, I slowly pulled myself onto my feet and somehow managed to stay on my feet even though the entire event exhausted me.
"Well, since I'm here, I might as well get a look at myself." noticing a full length mirror on the door, I said.
Slowly, painfully, I got the gown off and turned to the mirror. Staring back at me was a petite, slender teenage girl; a few inches shorter than I was before the accident. I found that I now had fair skin with long soft blond hair and deep blue eyes. Tears began to fall as I stared at myself. "I- I look like... mom..."
I crumbled back onto the floor in a heap, crying until someone entered the room and found me. It was....
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